Paris, Texas

[Kojaque]

Baby what's your number

Speech to text to type

Wanna get to know ya

Wanna know what’s on your mind

I could take you somewhere

I could take my bike

Put you in my basket I'll no hand it

Down to mine

I don't think you’d like me

Tell me what you like

I'mma say I seen it

Just to see you fuckin smile

Dressed like Paris, Texas

You gone make me cry

I'mma walk the desert

Just to get between your thighs

[Luka Palm]

Patches on my sweater from when you

Bleached blond

Sick notes n love letters a piece of the

Jigsaw

She glow like some neon

Down on one knee

Need ya

[Nee-naw- nee-naw]

For a boy if he try to steal ya

Still I

Keep it real with ya

Press green

Midnight calls, pick up

Where we left off

Sex, cigarettes

Cough

3 am we still up

Sweet tooth

Going down for that cherry she on top

[Kojaque]

We could do it, baby

You been on my mind

Know that I've been waiting

A long time

Just to hear you say

Do it, baby

Park it next to mine

Know that I been waiting

A long time

Just to hear you say

Baby I'm a shitbag

Room's a fuckin mess [Clean that up]

Know you smell some other woman's

Perfume on my bed

Maybe I can't help it

Maybe I care less [now]

Had I known you’d been there I’d have

Changed um when she left

You could fuck me senseless

Sensless that we fight

There's a million better ways that we

Could spend the night

[Sex]

I don’t want to hurt ya

Wanna treat you right

Tell me how you want it

I could do it how you like

Do it how ya

We could do it, baby

You been on my mind

Know that I've been waiting

A long time

Just to hear you say

Do it, baby

Park it next to mine

Know that I been waiting

A long time

Just to hear you say

Just to hear you say

Just to hear you say

Hey

Hey